Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

Qianqing Palace.

"Girl! Girl!"

"I have some good news for you!"

Even before reaching the Qianqing Palace, as soon as the palace gates began to appear in the distance, Emperor Zhu began to shout, expressing his joy.

This has become his habit during this period.

When people get old, they can't hear themselves clearly, so they pretend that others can't hear them either. They speak loudly to prove their existence.

"Hey girl, let me tell you something. Our Biao'er has finally grown up!"

This was in the spring of the twenty-second year of the Kaiming era, in March.

Commonly known as the third month of spring.

The phrase "the revival of all things" best encapsulates this period of time.

As a gift prepared by Emperor Zhu for his sister, the Qianqing Palace naturally saw a variety of flowers and plants sprouting up and vying for attention.

“You used to tell us that we were pushing Biao too hard, but things are different now. Biao has learned on his own.”

"Even if he's not as ruthless as us, he's learned a thing or two from us, so he won't be easily fooled by those old scholars anymore."

"I told you not to get angry. We're actually happy to see Biao'er so fierce."

"We have someone to carry on the family line."

"Of course, you'll also find it amusing. He learned a bit from us, but he learned a lot from you."

“The Zhao family all think highly of him, all the civil and military officials in the court respect him, and none of our children and grandchildren dare to disrespect him as their elder brother or uncle.”

"It's all because I learned more from you."

After a while, fortunately, his younger sister had recently become fond of quiet, so he dismissed the servants, ensuring that no one except Wang Ban could hear Old Zhu's mutterings.

"No, you can't say that."

"We can't let the girl know about those parasites; we have to put it another way."

"It's just like these kinds of times now, winter's here, winter's over."

"Actually, what we wanted to tell you is that Biao'er has grown up, really grown up. We plan to pass on our family's huge business to him in a while."

"What do you think?"

"Sister, you have to give us some advice on this, you absolutely have to give us some advice!"

"We know we can't let you worry about everything, but this isn't just a serious matter; it's also a family matter!"

"Girl, you said before that I have to discuss these things with you."

"After that, we can really enjoy life."

"You were still feeling a bit uneasy about our last trip, weren't you? We know that, we can see that, so let's go on a proper trip together next time!"

We finally arrived at the Qianqing Palace.

There's still no one here.

Finally, Old Zhu sensed something was wrong.

Looking around, Wang Ban and his group had already lowered their heads to the ground.

Old Zhu sensed unease, and only felt somewhat relieved when he shakily pushed open the palace door.

Because there were many people inside the door.

"Girl! Girl!"

"It's broad daylight outside, and I can hear your voice from far away. Aren't you afraid of being disliked by others?"

The girl responded loudly in response.

Old Zhu was completely relieved.

Turning past the beaded curtain, Old Zhu completely forgot about those who made him feel at ease.

A look of joy appeared on his face.

Because his sister actually sat up in bed!

"Hehe, besides you, girl, who dares to say that!"

As he spoke, Old Zhu quickly sat down in front of him and then skillfully reached behind him to receive a bowl of herbal soup.

"Huh? What is this?"

The bowl is still the same bowl, but the familiar taste of the herbal medicine is gone.

Even the soup base became clear, and Lao Zhu could smell a sweet aroma.

"White fungus and honey soup, I suddenly have a sweet craving today."

Seeing Old Zhu's uneasy expression, the woman on the bed smiled, a rare occurrence for her.

"They agreed to this too."

Seeing that Old Zhu still didn't believe her, the woman looked up and pointed to the person on the other side of the beaded curtain.

Old Zhu quickly turned around, and the silver ear fungus and honey soup in his hand almost fell out of his hand because of his movement.

Fortunately, everyone around him was a familiar face, which put Old Zhu at ease.

But when he turned his head again, his hands, which had been holding the bowl for so long, were already trembling, yet he still refused to admit that he was getting old.

Old Zhu has always been like this, unwilling to admit his mistakes, unwilling to admit that he is not good at everything.

Besides, those familiar faces were standing behind the beaded curtain.

A blind doctor, the Left Clerk of the Four Gates Office of Yingtian City, and former Inspector of Xijiang and Fuzhou.

Why have the guards disappeared? Why have the palace maids disappeared? Why have the imperial physicians disappeared? And why these seven people?

Old Zhu is now completely overwhelmed with these questions.

Now his attention can only be focused on the soup in his hands.

"Here, girl, have something sweet. You've suffered these past few days."

As the soup entered her mouth, the woman on the bed, who rarely had a taste, wanted more.

"Zhongba, why isn't this soup sweet?"

"Not sweet!?"

Old Zhu could clearly smell a sweet scent, so how could it not be sweet?

But right now, nothing is bigger than a girl.

He quickly took a bite himself.

"Isn't it sweet?"

Upon tasting, the sweetness was perfectly balanced; at his age, a couple more bites would have made it cloying.

"I'll personally cook you a bowl of it in a bit!"

"It's definitely not sweet."

It wasn't until Lao Zhu looked up and saw the smile on his sister's lips that he realized she wanted him to have a sip too.

"Of all the people in the world, you're the one who cares about me the most."

"By the way, girl, you haven't tried sweet potatoes yet, have you?"

"Come on, girl, let's finish this soup, and I'll go bake one for you right away!"

"Let me tell you, this sweet potato is incredibly soft and tender."

"There are even more good things in the lands of Guangnan and Guangbei. We'll be in for a treat in the future."

Old Zhu muttered to himself as he fed the soup.

However, none of the various considerations I had made before even entering the house were included in my rambling thoughts.

Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren.

At this moment, Old Zhu admitted he was getting old.

"Alright, I've had enough. You can drink the rest."

"I have a gift for you, please don't be offended."

The woman on the bed refused the last bite and began to grope around on the other side of the bed.

Old Zhu quickly finished the rest of his drink and watched his sister's actions with bated breath.

What catches the eye is an irregularly shaped back scratcher with absolutely no burrs on its surface.

"This! This is..."

"I broke one of yours before, so I'm replacing it with a piece of wood. It's a bit ugly, but it's definitely not going to break."

The woman on the bed looked at the back scratcher in her hand, which she had slowly and secretly made little by little over the past few months using a grinding ruler.

I was still a little embarrassed.

She could supply needlework to the entire backyard, and even to the homes of Old Zhu's men.

She has been in charge of preparing the meals for many years.

But carpentry is not an easy trade to switch to; she could only sand it by hand, bit by bit.

"The seasons are about to change. I know your back gets itchy easily, here you go."

"Okay! Okay! Who dares say it's ugly! Thank you, girl! We'll go and return the favor right away! Wait for us, we're going to roast sweet potatoes now!"

boom!

"Zhongba! Slow down!"

"Wait for us, sis!"

The gates of the Qianqing Palace were forced open.

I met an old farmer in the Imperial Garden.

The exotic flowers withered and fell, and the world turned upside down.

At that time, Empress Ma passed away.